Want into my panties? I mean ... do you want to fuck me now? Because if you’re Dictator ... well, there’s no one to overrule you, is there? I’d ...etter be on your good side first, right? If my bosses don’t like me fucking my interviewee in this case, they can piss off ... or kiss my ass!” the reporter, an Irishwoman named Fíadh O’Mellan, now pressed her case to me, not that I was likely to resist her charms.For one thing, fucking a TV journalist on a live broadcast, with the camera crew forced. She squeezed and wiggled, extracting a groan from him.“Does that feel good?” she asked.“Oh baby, you have no idea,” he groaned. “How are you doing?”“This feels good Uncle Bob. Could you ... suck me ... you know ... some more? She arched her chest toward him. Her nipples were spiked and half an inch long. They weren’t pink any more either, having turned a dusky, almost maroon color.Bob leaned up and pulled her down at the same time, capturing a stiff nipple and sucking on it. He bit it gently. I opened my eyes and saw his seven inch cock inches from my lips. It didn't even cross my mind that he was the boyfriend of the girl munching on my pussy. I opened my lips and he plunged his meat into my mouth. I was in total ecstasy and could not move a muscle. Elle was licking and sucking while Roger fucked my mouth. Both were very gentle. Roger never pushed in too far and Elle delicately did her work. I almost lost it when Elle slipped a finger into my ass. My ass lifted off the couch and. I took a second look and shook my head. They had chosen him? They had a talent for choosing the most unlikely of tools for Their bidding--myself for instance. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered.He levered himself upright. "I am drunk," he said in that self-important way some drunks have. "But you have been touched by Them. I know, because I see it in myself." He cocked his head, examining me. "You have the mark of a Goddess on you, lady." He gave a nod, satisfied with that.